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Master Jack was old and grey; time had passed him by,
Wizened hands betrayed his age, still a glint lay in his eye;
Physique so very frail now, had fought a thousand ‘wars’,
Waiting now upon God’s will; Jack’s life had lost its cause.
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my hands are shaking, and i am teary eyed.This is a very touching write.Absolutely..a great piece. Hugs from here, Meggie
Alf the idea is really to use your hands to pray and not destroy. You have achieved this in Master Jack. I trust like him you are a prayer warrior as you work grows from strength to strength
This is very inspiring. Thank you for encouraging me to read your work and reading mine: D
Alf, this is absolutely wonderful with perfect rhyme and rhythm and the theme of hands to make it work so well. I felt teary as I read it, and I think young people should read this in schools, to give them an insight into the love and devotion of another who cares for them so. Top brilliant marks! 10 Karin Anderson
Just surfing your poems and read this one again. Well done Alf. Now I am going to check your other new ones.
the secret of strength and power is it never ends, it just cganges form. from our manual labours in our youth to our wise words when we grow old, the strength we have does accomplish wonderful things to the grave.
This long, narrative poem reminds me of the style of one of 18th and19th century poems. I like poems of this kind. The narration goes straight into the reader's heart. Reading becomes not at all an effort. The message is very clear. Our hands matter much. Nations are built by our hands. Nations are sent into destruction by hands. The same happens in our individual life too. Thanks for sharing the poem.
Effulgent pictorial depiction highlights this very eloquent penning, Alf...Though, the lining-length of the work, smacks of the classics, and yesteryear...(18 & 19th centuries) , the poem maintains an even-flow throughout...not an easy task! Rock Solid Work, my friend. F j R 2009
Excellently written poem. your life is preserved for God has things lef to be done., by you. liek write good poetry.. for me to read.. God Bless you! !
yet hurtful by the glories of ownness, as when unfettering by remembrance of own rave up in time ande space, that delves tear from deep clouds trembling the sorrows by lone voices of own soul, yet ingenious through lucidity,10++++, thanks for sharing
A wonderful account of life and of the sacrifices made for loved ones and so very sad and touching...a lovely write Alf 10
A wonderful poem, Alf. While it is a sad poem, it is also a reflection on a life well lived. Ron
So glad I took the time to read Master Jack. It is good to read of the reality of life and when it is written so well the message is truly delivered. I am sure this brought tears to many an eye. It is a tragedy when youth cannot respect the hard working man who has given his all to the work that provides for his family. I just had to make another comment and also to say,10/10 Mr Hutchison.
Only God knows why some suffer so & your words have made me ponder on this. Perhaps like everything, God allows us to make our own choices & now that Master Jack has asked, well it is written, 'Ask & you shall receive'... Perhaps now God will take him home... Wow Alf - you must know how good your poetry is when it has one so wrapped up in it. And Oh how this reminded me of my rough, gruff, humorous, loving & wonderful father :)
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7/28/2025 12:36:45 AM # 1.0.0
A poem that has perfect rhyme and rhythm, but neither of these overshadow the heartfelt sentiment and poignant message of this magnificent poem. I like the way you portray a lifetime through industrious yet sensitive hands. S :)